The Clouds of Big Talk Are Setting and Burning at Dusk

The clouds of big talk are setting and burning at dusk Preface Looking at the man and woman standing on the tower under the sunset, many people have the most embarrassing feelings hidden in their hearts - many years have passed, and whenever the breeze blows, you can still hear the audience's shouts of smashing the benches: "Supreme Treasure, you should tell me! Is it difficult to say 'I love you'?!" Wukong also wanted to ask himself this. Five hundred years ago, he was holding a broken golden hoop, standing under the city tower, looking at the girl in the wedding dress, but he suppressed "I have loved you for ten thousand years" into "Look at that person, he looks like a dog." He thought that he couldn't save her by taking off the golden hoop, and that he couldn't love her by wearing the golden hoop, which was the most fucked-up joke of fate. However, he didn't realize that the purple-green sword that was broken by Zixia's grip had already shattered into pieces the size of a star. Half of them were embedded in his golden hoop (that's why the golden hoop hurt so unreasonably every time he missed her), and half fell into the gears of the Moonlight Treasure Box (no wonder that broken box always likes to jump around the timeline, it turns out that it is doing things with obsession). Speaking of the Moonlight Treasure Box, this item is definitely a "second-hand item" in the world of time and space. Back then, the Supreme Treasure jumped around shouting "Prajna Paramita", thinking it could change the ending. In the end, the regret became darker and darker, and finally an innocent sunset warrior was involved. The samurai is also a weird one. He was possessed by Wukong once, and it was like being pressed the "Aixia switch". From then on, he protected his cloak like his life (it is said that it was because the sunset on the tower made him look so handsome). He opened his mouth and said "the sunset sets for you, and the warmth stays for you", but secretly wrote a "guarding diary" behind his back...